We welcomed Figaro home last night--yes, Abby finally finally finally has a pet! This morning when we went to check on them, Figs was in Abby's bed, snuggled and warm. Abby says he has puppy eyes, "like a little beggar" she declared last night.
Figgie Pudding is about 10 weeks old, we think. He is very good natured, playful, and friendly--even with Noah who clobbers him with love and with toys. I am thankful that we got this sweet little guy and that he seems already to fit in with our family quite nicely. Most of all, I am happy to see Abby taking such delight in her pet. And, while he is a family pet, he really is hers. This is Abby's first chance to learn about responsibility, tending to another little creature, etc. in a way that she can really own. She's so ready, and she is in love with this rascal already.
We all love that he looks as though he has no idea what color he is meant to be--like maybe he was brown, then decided to be white, then he dipped his nose in some chocolate. He's a mut, and he's so sweet. Welcome home, Figaro--you are one lucky little dude.
1 comment:
Figgie pudding :-)
Love it. Love your kitty already. Love you all.
What a lucky, lucky kitty he is to have you all.
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